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AWOL Jedi. Okay but I’m curious about Obi-Wan’s thoughts on Anakin. Bc he tried to talk to him about this stuff. Bc he loves Anakin. How does he feel about leaving him behind without even a message?

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Coughing, Obi-Wan opened his eyes to a dark ceiling, blinking
bemusedly at it for a few moments before finally rolling onto his
side and letting out a shiver as he felt his entire left leg being
icy cold.  ‘I must have stuck it outside the blanket…’ He
muzzily thought as he blinked into the dark room he was in, his
thoughts slowly and steadily coming back to him.

And the larva from the
day.

If Obi-Wan was to take a
guess, based on his fragmented memory, that larva’s ink had quite
the properties in humans at least.

‘Cody must have looked
after me and tucked me in come night.’ Obi-Wan smiled into the dark
before shuffling, squinting in the dark to find that he was in the
tent he shared with Mace, though the man was not there.

But bless Cody, a bottle
of water was, sitting innocently on the crate beside Obi-Wan’s bed.

Snatching it, Obi-Wan took
several gulps of pure, lukewarm water, a tang of iron in it
indicating that it came from the vaporators and not the ice.

But it was still bliss as
he let it moisten his throat, swallowing hard before setting it back
down on the crate and then settling back down, staring sleepily into
the darkness of the tent.

Considering the muzzy
sensation of the Force, if Obi-Wan was to take a guess, it was
honestly in the middle of the night, so where Mace was, he had no
idea.

Not that it mattered, Mace
was a big boy and could take care of himself as Obi-Wan settled back
to sleep.

He ended up staring into
the dark, his sleepy mind bringing up memories of Anakin.

His heart twisted and
Obi-Wan swallowed thickly.

He hadn’t wanted to
leave the other behind, not really but Cody…

Precious Cody had quietly
taken him aside after speaking to the council, his amber eyes full of
mournful determination as he quietly begged Obi-Wan not to say a word
to the blond.

“Not only is he married
to a Senator and has children with her, he’s also been lying for years to you even if you knew. He didn’t know that you knew and he
kept her a secret, who knows what he told her?” His face was so
serious, even in Obi-Wan’s sleep mussed and heart aching mind. “And
for that matter, his actions now a days hasn’t been inspiring much
trust in him either, for one how he left the temple and then his
actions after. You must have told him about the attack and how people
are behaving towards the Jedi, how did he react?”

Stifling a sob, Obi-Wan
rolled onto his side and pulled his knees up to his chest, clenching
his eyes shut.

It had hurt so much, to
realize he couldn’t rely on Anakin.

It had been them, the
team, against the rest of the galaxy even when Anakin didn’t seem
to understand, when Obi-Wan had been pulled in two between his duties
in the war to try and achieve peace and then between his love for
Anakin.

“When was the last time
Anakin chose you over Senator Amidala? Or even the late Chancellor Palpatine?”
Cody had quietly asked.

It had been like a blaster
to the heart.

Obi-Wan had been choosing
Anakin over the order for years, keeping the boys secrets, holding
him when things were dark and being there when the boy needed him.

Only to be pushed away
every time he extended his hands, for Anakin to hold grudges over
rightfully awful things that Obi-Wan did but to keep them forever as
if Anakin hadn’t done awful things.

The Hardeen mission had
been the hardest and most awful thing Obi-Wan had done… but Obi-Wan
knew of a dark Tatooine night, Obi-Wan knew about the stains on his
brothers soul and he knew about his relationship to Senator Amidala
and yet still kept an open door to the other.

Held his arms open and
lent a listening ear if only Anakin would…

‘I tried… I kept
telling him that I was there… wasn’t I clear enough? Should I
have done it somehow differently?’ Obi-Wan stifled a tired sob low
in his throat, his heart aching as he wrapped himself up in the
covers while wishing desperately he had his brother still with him.

Why did life have to be so
complicated, all he wanted was to still be the Team, to be them
against the galaxy.

To be able to trust
Anakin.

Why couldn’t he trust
Anakin.

Why could he never rely on
those he trusted the most?

Why did Qui-Gon and Anakin
both turn their back on him when he needed them the most?

‘Why aren’t I enough?’
Obi-Wan couldn’t help but wonder, wondering what flaw was so
terrible in him that they couldn’t accept it.

Alright so sensitivetorejection: so far it’s all been sweet fluff and don’t get me wrong, I LOVE that… but fluff is even better when it’s EARNED. Obi has been doing well at moving forward but might he possibly have a slip up? Something his new coping skills can’t handle?

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Too
much.

That
was all Obi-Wan could explain the entire day as, just too much.

Too
much noise, too much information, too much thoughts, too much things,
just too
much and his mind wouldn’t shut up just like always but none of the
ways Qui-Gon and his healer had been teaching him was working, he
couldn’t get the music to work or silence or breathing exercises
and Obi-Wan was just so done.

He
was crying silently before he even knew what was going on, sliding
onto his knees by the kitchen table he had been trying so hard to
work on his homework, his arms coming up around his head as he rocked
slowly back and forth, the sound of even the skycars outside and the
low murmur of voices in the hallway too
much for him at the moment.

He
just wanted things to be quiet and for his mind to shut up and the
Force to be quiet and his heart was hammering away and nothing worked
to make it easier.

He
was hungry and yet nauseous because food didn’t taste right and
Master Tulla had given him a look of pure disappointment today
Navigational before telling him he had to redo his assignment and he
swore he could hear the rest of the class giggling under their breath
and whispering about him.

Regardless
what he tried, he couldn’t convince himself that it wasn’t true
and that Tulla was just giving feedback about his abysmal homework.

But
he couldn’t get anything to work.

He
flinched and coiled up more when he heard the sudden slam of a door
and if he had been more in the situation, he would have realized it
was just the normal sound but to him it was all amplified.

The
sounds of cloth and someone hurriedly getting their boots off and the
dropping of said boots before quick feet padded on the floor.

“Obi-Wan.”
A stricken voice rumbled out and the teen flinched as if struck,
looking up with wide, tear filled red eyes as Qui-Gon stood in the
kitchenette opening, staring at him with dismay.

Hiccuping,
Obi-Wan made the first noise since he started declining. “I-I’m
sorry! D-Don’t send me away!” He cried out, his mind a jumble of
thoughts, of how disappointed the other must be when he had been
helping Obi-Wan cope with things like this and here Obi-Wan was hav-

The
man practically flew across the small room and dropped to his knees
in front of Obi-Wan, the sound of his knees crashing to the floor
making Obi-Wan flinch.

But
then his arms wrapped around Obi-Wan, tight and warm and smelling of
the musky mild detergent they used to prevent Obi-Wan from having a
sensitivity fit along with Qui-Gon’s tea in the folds of his
clothes.

“Shh,
shh, I’m
here, I’m here. I’m not sending you away Obi-Wan, it’s alright
padawan.” Qui-Gon murmured but somewhere deep inside, despite the
deep, even baritone in use, Obi-Wan knew that Qui-Gon was panicking
too.

He
hadn’t asked to touch Obi-Wan.

Every
time Obi-Wan had one of his fits, Qui-Gon had always softly requested
permission to touch Obi-Wan, to make sure that Obi-Wan could prepare
himself in case of sensitivity.

This
time however the man had just dropped to Obi-Wan’s level and hugged
him, enfolding him in those large warm arms that wanted nothing but
comfort.

Shuddering,
Obi-Wan pressed his face to Qui-Gon’s shoulder and balled his hands
into the others tunic, his sobs growing in volume as Qui-Gon
continued holding him and rubbing the small back as Obi-Wan quivered
and shook.

How
long it took, Obi-Wan wasn’t sure, he wasn’t sure when his
episode had started after all but it felt like hours, his knees sore
and his body stiff as he was curled into Qui-Gon’s chest.

And
if he was stiff, then how in the world was Qui-Gon
feeling!

But
Obi-Wan felt too lethargic to even attempt moving, his
head aching and his eyes sore as he sniffled weakly, the tunic
beneath his nose and eyes darkened with moisture.

Qui-Gon
however was not too weak and he slid his arms around the boy,
shifting his grip before standing with Obi-Wan in his arms, making
soft noises as he made his way to the couch and armchair, settling
down in the latter with Obi-Wan tucked to his chest, rocking lightly
as he continued rubbing Obi-Wan’s back.

“It’s
alright, you’re alright. I’m here Obi-Wan.” He murmured,
cuddling the boy to his chest as Obi-Wan continued meekly laying
against the older Jedi with his mind full of static.

Sensitivetorejection- so I know for me, knowing I have adhd makes it a lot easier to visibly do stuff like fidgeting and doodling and using my noise cancelling headphones (that may actually be my autism but they’re common in ADHD folx too) to help me focus so something about Obi-Wan being able to stop worrying quite so much about looking ‘normal’ and realizing that even w/out treatment it helps just to know the truth? To realize he’s not just ‘like this’ but it’s symptoms that can be helped?

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Okay,
so being bluntly honest at least in his own head… ADHD sucked butt
and Obi-Wan wasn’t ashamed to admit that.

At
least not to his healer, Qui-Gon and to his closest friends at least.

He
got a few laughs and with Qui-Gon he also got a hug and tight squeeze
that had made him feel good.

Talking
about his healer, Lulu Ferreno was a weirdo and Obi-Wan loved him.
The
man apparently had autism and was seriously good at his job as a
healer though sometimes his understanding of people around him was a
bit skewed Obi-Wan noticed.

But
the man had good suggestion on what Obi-Wan needed and knew which
tests to put the young Jedi under.

He
had been the one to suggest the noise canceling headphones that could
also alternatively play music and
for the first time in… well forever, his mind was actually ‘quiet’
in a manner of speaking after
Qui-Gon had gotten him the blue and black headphones.

Or
rather, he could turn his focus on the music choice really as
that was what he was doing when he was wearing the noise canceling
headphones and using the music, though the quiet was nice too, helped
him relax.

It
wasn’t quite the mind being quiet or turned off as others could he
would admit,
but it was something, right?

Right.

That’s
what Qui-Gon at least said, approving as he put another cute sticker
on Obi-Wan’s accomplishment book that hung on the fridge.

He
had a lot of stickers, he felt embarrassed happy about them.

Healer
Lulu also got him a black
fidget cube with
red details on,
a dice formed cube that had six different functions that Obi-Wan
could click, flip or roll or use any of the six functions and it was
easy to bring with him anywhere he wanted.

He
also constantly had a textured snap on bracelet in bright red that he
always carried with him and
could use quietly during lessons if he wanted, a sensory bracelet as
Lulu had informed him.

And
all his teachers had been informed that for him, doodling on a sheet
was not him not paying attention, it was his fingers needing
something to do, to release energy while he still payed attention to
the lesson.

It…
made things easier.

For
the first time in forever, lessons that used to bore him or made him
feel stupid because he couldn’t pay attention was actually made
easier because he had help, he had coping measures… and he got to
know others who had ADHD.

Like
Knight Windu, who had come by to quietly speak with Obi-Wan when he
had heard about it. Or Jocasta Nu, who had quietly informed Obi-Wan
about several holo books that had helped her when she was younger.

Obi-Wan
wasn’t alone.

He
wasn’t alone about having ADHD in the temple, he wasn’t alone
about being different and he wasn’t alone in handling his neuro
diversity, Qui-Gon quick to research along with Healer Lulu there to
give them a guiding hand.

And
Qui-Gon was trying, really
trying and doing his best, making sure that Obi-Wan understood that
while Obi-Wan had areas to improve, he wasn’t as bad off as his
mind tried to make him seem, that Obi-Wan was always improving
and that Qui-Gon was proud of him.

It
was of course less easy to apply this way of thinking to the entire
temple but… Obi-Wan knew that his mind lied to him at times.

And
as long as he had some help, some support, he figured he was doing
rather decently.

After
all, no one became a master right of the bat and Obi-Wan had his
master to help him become a knight just as capable as anyone else in
the temple.

He
trusted in that.

And
he trusted in the temple trying to do their best by him even if
individuals at times could be unknowingly cruel or thoughtless.

They
didn’t know after all.

And
they were all just sentient beings, everyone as capable of flaw and
failure as the next living thing.

Aww thanks for picking up my prompt!! I loved it. Maybe a continuation where Qui Gon is trying to be supportive by being careful about his wording and Obi-Wan is like “this is nice. ,, but kinda weird? Why do this Master?” Bc maybe Qui-Gon hasn’t explained the diagnosis yet and Obi doesn’t realize this is how things are supposed to be and that he’s not supposed to feel THAT bad about criticism cause he’s so used to it.

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Watching
his master with a small frown while slowly sipping at his tea,
Obi-Wan slowly shifted to sit against the man on the couch.

Instantly,
as had become common since the beginning of this week, Qui-Gon
instantly wrapped his arm around his padawan, looking up long enough
from the pad he was reviewing Obi-Wan’s grades on to give Obi-Wan a
small, welcoming smile before he turned back to the pad to continue
scanning the reports the teachers of the lessons had sent, as per
norm of the end of the month.

And
as norm set up by the master Jedi once they came back to the temple,
once after they had eaten last meal and then prepared for bed,
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon gathered on the couch in the living room of the
quarters to go over the report and see what issues they had to go
over together to improve Obi-Wan’s abilities.

And
so they curled up in nightwear after their ablutions,
normally with caffeine free tea to read through and talk.

“Well,
most of your teachers have only good things to note about your
progress,” Qui-Gon suddenly announced, thumb soothingly rubbing at
Obi-Wan’s shoulder as he paused in sipping his tea, peering up at
his master. “Master Nura notes that you seem to be having issues
with poetry but that your comprehension of the literary section is
beyond acceptable, not everyone has the hand for writing poetry even
though they can understand it. So I think you’re doing well.” He set the pad aside, giving his
padawan the warmest smile yet.

Blinking
up at his master, Obi-Wan stared at him before lowering his eyes to
his cup. “…Master, what’s going on?” He whispered, biting his
lower lip, worrying the flap of flesh and skin before glancing up at
Qui-Gon again.

The
man was staring at him in bemusement. “Obi-Wan?”

Swallowing,
Obi-Wan shifted forward, setting his cup on the table before turning
on the couch to look right up at the man, gathering courage even as
his stomach knotted tightly. “I-I mean, this week has been nice and
all but you… you’ve been acting kinda odd, different… I-I don’t
really know what to make of it all.” He managed to get out,
twisting his hands together in his lap, he didn’t want to say that Qui-Gon had been acting too nice, because while that was true kinda, it was also mean to say and Obi-Wan didn’t want to upset Qui-Gon.

He
really didn’t feel any better when Qui-Gon continued staring,
shoulders tensing and pulling up under his ears the more seconds
ticked past.

And
then the Jedi master sighed deeply, slumping a bit. “Of course you
caught on. You’re
smart, after all.” He smiled a tad weakly before reaching out and
gently rubbing Obi-Wan’s scalp in a mimicry of hair ruffling that
Obi-Wan did not have the length to do.

Flushing
faintly at the praise, Obi-Wan let out an inquiring noise as he
paused twisting his hands in his lap, staring up at his master,
wanting an explanation.

Because
there was obviously one.

Rubbing
his beard slowly with thumb and forefinger, his others tucked beneath
his chin, Qui-Gon let out a deep rumbling noise as he glanced at
their dark window, seemingly gathering his thoughts. “…Do you
remember I was called up to the council in the start of the week?”
He murmured, glancing back down at Obi-Wan.

Nodding
slowly, Obi-Wan frowned, wondering what that had to do with anything.

“I
wasn’t summoned because of any issues, but because the healers had
come with a report to them… on you, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon explained
gently, a small, worried smile on his lips. Obi-Wan’s eyes widened
a bit. “And I was going to tell you, I was just trying to figure
out how to word myself, but at the meeting, I learned that you have
ADHD, Obi-Wan, with some very prevalent symptoms that can make
things… difficult for you.” Qui-Gon continued.

Eyes
widening even more, Obi-Wan stared at his master, his mind whizzing
past with several thoughts before Qui-Gon’s large, warm hands came
down on his shoulders, abruptly stilling his mind as Obi-Wan jumped a
bit.

“Yes,
see, that’s part of it kiddo, your mind is never still,” Qui-Gon
chuckled faintly, smiling at him still. “You literally can’t
turn it off like others. But don’t worry, I’ll help you, we’ll
all help you if you let us.” Qui-Gon murmured before gathering his
padawan into a hug, Obi-Wan letting out a low, surprised noise as he
grasped the man’s thin worn sleep tunic, staring into the gray
colored tunic.

‘I
have ADHD?’ Obi-Wan blinked hard, pressing into Qui-Gon’s chest
and the hug he was offered while wondering what that meant for his
future.

And
what kind of help that meant he would get.

Hello! I am resending my ADHD prompt, then! I sent you a screenshot from the page that helped me realize I had ADHD. Rereading that one day, I realized Obi-Wan, and in particular, Jedi Apprentice Obi-Wan really really fits that description. I know you already did an ADHD Obi series, but I’d love to see another where pre-Padawan or maybe just barely Padawan Obi is discovered to have ADHD and ppl realize that explains lit. almost all his problems, like rejection sensitivity in particular.

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Opening
his mouth, Qui-Gon continued staring at the pad before slowly raising
his head to look at Yoda and then at Mace. “…Is this accurate?”
He finally rasped out, feeling
his mind spin.

A
deep sigh escaped Yoda before he nodded. “True it is, brought to
attention the healers have,” He tapped his claws on his cane. “To
the council they came, serious this is.” Yoda paused in his tapping
to peer at Qui-Gon.

The
master had nothing to say, only glanced back down at the pads as
words jumped out at him.

ADHD.

Attention
deficit hyperactivity disorder.

Below
it was a bunch of red lined symptoms.

Symptoms
that fit Qui-Gon’s brand new, if reluctantly taken on padawan.

Obi-Wan
had ADHD the healers suspected and based on the symptoms that had
been lined up, Qui-Gon agreed with their findings.

There
would of course be additional tests required to confirm it but
Qui-Gon got the confirmation from the Living Force quite easily. His
padawan had ADHD, which explained so much to him, from Obi-Wan’s
utter hyper focus on
subjects that interested him made so much sense now to his shifting and squirming around.

‘I
left him studying languages, he barely even reacted when I said
goodbye, that I was going to a meeting with the council…’ Shaking
his head, Qui-Gon moved on to the next noted point.

Emotional
hyperarousal.

Obi-Wan
was always
on, he was always passionate, always emotional, always on the move
and even when he meditated, Qui-Gon could feel the others thoughts
fluttering with their bond despite the great shields Obi-Wan had in
place to hide them.

If
it wasn’t for the bond, Qui-Gon wouldn’t have noticed it but now
it made sense, Qui-Gon now knew that Obi-Wan couldn’t turn off.

He
was always on the move, either with his mind or with his body.

‘Force,
how am I suppose to help him?’ Qui-Gon licked his lips nervously.
He didn’t even notice when his thoughts went to reluctantly
considering his padawan to wondering how to help him, didn’t notice
how he went from uncertainty about Obi-Wan and his own ability to
teach, to desperate to know how to help him as his brain
subconsciously moved Obi-Wan from just another Jedi and padawan to
someone who needed aid.

Yan
had always made comments about Qui-Gon and his needs to help strays,
be they animal or people…

Obi-Wan’s
ability to handle criticisms or rejection suddenly came sharp into
view too, it made sense why he took it so heavily and Force,
Qui-Gon would have to change how he handle guiding Obi-Wan, think
about how he formulated his words.

Shame,
depression, his self-esteem and pain, these would be prominent
emotions and Qui-Gon would have to teach this boy good habits.

And
then there was the point that not only had been red lined but had
also been put in bold by the healers.

Rejection
sensitive dysphoria.

Great
leaping Sith pawns, what had Qui-Gon done
to this boy with his rejection not once but twice,
once in the temple, the place Obi-Wan should be safe and once more on
the trip to Bandomeer.

Obi-Wan’s
ADHD made him particular sensitive to rejection, real or perceived
along with teasing or criticizing by the people considered important
in his life.

And
a potential Jedi master?

‘I
could have ruined him before I even got to know him.’ Qui-Gon
realized with some horror as he swallowed heavily, taking in the
other information about food sensitivity, fidgeting
in place, speaking too fast, displacing his things at times and being
unable to find them and losing his place with things he weren’t
interested in.

Closing
his eyes, Qui-Gon took a deep breath through his nose before opening
his eyes and focusing on the council, watching them as they were
watching him. “…What do I do for him?” He murmured, blinking
when their gazes turned from serene to approval.

Blinking,
Qui-Gon resisted the urge to cock his head.

Did
they think that he would abandon Obi-Wan now?

Now
when his fresh padawan needed him the most, to abandon his padawan
over something he couldn’t control?

‘Well,
you haven’t really given them any reason to think otherwise now,
have you?’ A wry, very Tahl like voice pointed out and Qui-Gon let
his shoulders sink a bit as he looked between the council members.

Leaning
forward, Jocasta took charge. “There are several options you can
choose to go with Master Jinn, some best in discussion with Obi-Wan
and a healer and others you must discuss with his teacher to make the
lessons… easier on him.” She murmured, eyes serious.

“The
healers will also be in contact with Obi-Wan’s current teachers,”
Ka-Adi spoke up, hands resting in a triangle as he inclined his head.
“As it will be vital for them to know and be able to adjust for
him. This is common for any Jedi discovered to have ADHD in the past,
there aren’t many members but… there are some.” He murmured.

Something
eased in Qui-Gon’s chest as he nodded, glancing at the pad with all
the symptoms and behavioral ticks of someone with ADHD could have.
Other Jedi had it, there were procedures in place, help to be given…

He
wasn’t alone about helping Obi-Wan, even if he was to be the main
support for Obi-Wan.

‘I
can do this… Force I hope I can do this.’

Hey just a question not a prompt. In your moddy won’t write area, you said something about Ahsoka pairings that I wanted some clarification on. I understand not wanting her in clone wars with an adult in clone wars and not wanting to write any underage stuff but you said crushes are fine so like, if it came up, could we prompt Ahsoka dating (not sleeping with) someone her own age in clone wars era? Bc I couldn’t tell if you meant no pairings at all or just no sex or adult/child pairings.

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No adult/child paring (if their her own age that’s fine) and she is going to have crushes on people older than herself, that’s common really. But I’m not going to write underage sex.
But yeah, I frankly expect Ahsoka to have a crush or two, I mean how many of us don’t have a crush on a celebrity or someone of that nature?

Breakabarrier. So the pregnancy is really early on and, as we know, there are some rather unpleasant early side effects… and we also know that Obi-Wan has a thing about people taking care of him, and not accepting it easily. Maybe the symptoms start and Obi is trying to keep it on the downlow because he’s self conscious, doesn’t think it’s worth bothering them, etc.. but honestly he’s miserable

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Watching
the rather perturbed looking Jedi master wander into the for
once sunny looking council
chamber,
the rest exchanged curious gazes before Depa decided to cut to the
chase and just ask the man. “Obi-Wan, is something wrong my
friend?” She stated, leaning back in her chair to rest her aching
back.

The
omega paused on his way to his chair, blinking at her before reaching
into his pristine
robes. “Anakin came back as you all know, also thank you for giving
him some decompression
time,” He tacked on distractedly. “But when he came back, he
brought back an action figure of me from the Biscuit Baron.”
Obi-Wan continued in that same distracted tone.

“…I’m
sorry what?” Mace puzzled at the man while
several blinked.

Instead
of verbally answering, Obi-Wan finally
fished out of
his robe the
figure in question and it was indeed
a little figure of himself much to the amusement of everyone else.
“Wait for it.” Obi-Wan murmured, fiddling a bit with the back of
the toy before the lightsaber in the toy’s hand lit up and the toy
went ‘Hello there.’

Covering
his mouth, Mace felt a grin grow as he suspected whoever made the
wall eyed toy had gone into the war footage and found a sound clip of
Obi-Wan that
had been given to all such toy.

Clearly
he was not the only one amused as there was discreet coughs and
shifts.

An
evil look crossed Obi-Wan’s face as he tucked the toy away into
his robe again.
“I’m not the only one, Anakin just didn’t get everyone else.”
He stated in a warning tone before focusing on Yoda. “Your’s
blows bubbles.” He
stated mischievously.

Yoda,
who had been rolling his cane in his hands with twitching ears,
froze. “…From where the bubbles comes? Worried I now am.” He
croaked out
in shock, ears
twitching wildly.

Finishing
his walk to his chair, Obi-Wan sat down. “Your mouth, it’s wide
open and every time the bubbles comes out, it says ‘A Jedi I am
hrmmm.’” He snarked at the old master before lifting one leg to
gently rub at his ankle through the boot, a
small grimace on his face.

Watching,
Mace felt his brow raise slowly, ignoring the rest of the council
‘discreetly’ checking the holonet both for Yoda and for
themselves from the Biscuit Baron’s jolly meal.

A
slow suspicion started to burn as he eyed his unchanged looking
friend but with the knowledge he had… he
could take an educated guess what was up based on the pregnancy and
Obi-Wan’s general behavior through the years.

“Obi-Wan,”
He started cautiously as the other looked up from rubbing his ankle
to blink at Mace. “Are your ankles already sore?” Mace got a
taun-taun in headlight look from the man, the redhead quickly placing
his foot down only to wince at the speed he had done it, the heel of
his boot clicking a bit.

Grimacing,
Mace crossed his arms over his chest. “You know we gave Skywalker
decompression
time to spend time with you yes? You are his mate and you are in a…
precarious situation right now technically even if your body is made
for it.” He stated dryly.

Obi-Wan
muttered something Mace couldn’t hear, ears color red and making
him look like a turnip instead of a human but he was more interested
in how Depa shifted in her seat and tried reaching for Obi-Wan as she
abandoned her search for herself as a toy, growling faintly. “You
are not a burden Obi-Wan, stop calling yourself that. Let your mate’s
spoil you. I mean honestly, you need care on a normal day not to
mention when you’re stuffed full of kit.” She huffed before
outright just getting out of her chair and marching over to Obi-Wan.

The
rest of the council just watched as Depa lifted a squeaking and
squirming Obi-Wan and sat herself down in his chair with the man on
her lap, wrapping her robe around both of them to look like a
brooding owl or something.

“…Are
you closing in on a rut Depa?” Mace questioned thoughtfully,
watching her while rubbing his chin. “You’re acting very rut like
and protective.” He pointed out when she shot him a hard look over
Obi-Wan’s head.

“… Well
maybe.” She grumbled. “My point still stands!” Depa stated
strongly.

Looking
to Kit, Mace shrugged. “We best write her off the roster for a
while, until after her rut, let her nest her padawan for a while and
let her visit her troopers,” Mace smirked. “Not like we could
keep Commander Grey
out of the temple anyhow.” He added in a teasing tone only to
outright laugh when Depa growled warningly at him while cuddling
Obi-Wan against her chest.

Obi-Wan
just looked sulkily on though on the lowdown, rather pleased to be
cuddled which everyone made note of.

Best
inform Skywalker and Amidala there was some backtracking in Obi-Wan’s
behavior it seemed.

Hey… unsafegalaxy… Obi was fourteen when that happened right? Guess who else is fourteen at around the time of the clone wars… a prompt where nothing ACTUALLY happens to Ahsoka, but maybe someone’s being creepy or something and she doesn’t really notice or at least doesn’t feel too unsafe, but Obi and Ani FLIP.

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“You’re
a very mature young lady aren’t you Ahsoka?” The swarmy voice was
something Obi-Wan would normally ignore but the words, the words
echoed in his head, in his past and his head snapped up from the holo
map he had been examining to meet Anakin’s wide eyes with his own
before both turned towards where Ahsoka was standing with Commander
Ulrika Witada.

The
words sounded casual but to someone who had once heard the same words
and then been abused…

They
were the words of terror.

Terror
for Ahsoka, who only looked mildly annoyed and a bit flattered. After
all, hearing from an adult that you were mature as a teen?

Now
that was flattering.

To
someone who had been hurt in the same way the leering commander
clearly wanted with Ahsoka, ‘discreetly’ trying to peek down her
top, it was horrifying to hear and before Obi-Wan could even take a
step, Anakin was between the commander and his padawan.

“Snips!
I got something I want to show you, come along.” He said in an
overly cheerful tone that couldn’t have been less genuine if he was
chewing on rocks as he practically carried his padawan away.

Before
Witada could react with more than a small frown, Obi-Wan placed
himself in the man’s path, the Jedi’s face the picture of
blankness if not for the way his eyes practically spit fire. “I’ll
give this warning once commander, stay away from padawan Tano, lest
I’d report you for what you just said.” Obi-Wan seethed quietly,
his voice pitched low.

Normally
other military leaders scoffed at the Jedi, too merciful in the
field, not willing to go the last length as they saw it.

But
there was something in Obi-Wan’s tone that had Witada stepping back
as he paled. “I wasn’t doing anyt-” He tried to defend.

Obi-Wan
cut in. “Don’t,” He said coldly. “Leave padawan Tano alone,
or else.” Obi-Wan growled.

Whatever
the other read in Obi-Wan’s face appeared to be enough as he
suddenly scampered off though he tried to play it off more casually.

Obi-Wan
watched him, his eyes never leaving the man until he was sure he had
gone in the direction of his own tent before he turned to Cody.
“…That man is not to be left alone with Ahsoka under any
circumstance, have I made myself clear?” Obi-Wan said quietly,
slowly relaxing.

Nodding,
confusion in his Force aura, Cody glanced between where Witada had
gone and his own Jedi. “Yes sir but may I ask what just happened?”
He
questioned even as he flagged down Rex so the other would hear the
explanation he hoped to get.

Still
staring after Witada, Obi-Wan’s lips twisted with memory. “That’s
how it starts,” He growled, only increasing the captain and
commander’s confusion along with the rest of the vode. “What he
said, that’s how they start,” Obi-Wan’s voice turned deeper, a
bit mocking. “Oh you’re so grown up, you must be so mature, why I
bet you can keep a secret.
Let’s not tell your master. You wouldn’t want to be in trouble
after all.” Obi-Wan’s lips twisted into a sneer, his arms coming
up to hug himself.

Exchanging
uncertain glances, Cody and Rex shrugged at each other before
freezing at the Jedi’s next words.

“And
then they get you alone and rape you, because they made themselves
into someone you trust. They’ve manipulated you into thinking
you’re so grown up but you’re not,
you’re
just a lost, dumb teen.” Obi-Wan stated bitterly before turning
back to the holo map, his eyes unseeing of the landscape around, hazy
green eyes turned to the past as much as the present. “That’s
always how it starts…” Obi-Wan whispered quietly, more to himself
than anyone else.

At
that moment Rex and Cody vowed never to let Witada out of sight,
outrage and protective fear sparking in their stomach.